Thoroughly Unmodern

Last night Jason and I went out to the show.

At first glance, that may not seem like such a monumental achivement. Yet for new parents still accustomed to quieting the howls of our darling daughter three times a night, it was truly a notable achievement. Orchestrating an evening out was quite a performance in and of itself--you should have seen Jason and I balancing bottles, blankets, binkies and breastmilk on the way to the babysitter.

My loving hubby had purchased a couple of tickets to a musical review called Thoroughly Modern Millie. In the show, Millie, a backwards Kansas farm girl, makes it big in New York City by leaving her family and turning thoroughly modern. While her 1920s bobbed hair and speakeasy escapades made for some great laughs, Jason and I both felt strangely empty as we snuggled together just the two of us. After ten months with hardly a moment to ourselves, we actually felt lonely and wished our little Buttermilk could be there with us. Maybe it's the adrenalin rush that comes from dodging drool, but life just isn't as exciting any more without her giggles to spice it up.

So while the rest of the world may be marching madly towards modern, I'm enjoying the slide backwards if backwards means closer to family. After the frenzied fun of New York and Washington DC, we're enjoying our cozy life in the cornfields of Savoy.

We were all too gleeful to gather our bundle of Brooklyn and tuck her in bed after our night out on the town. Unfortunately, a stuffy nose kept her awake and miserable all night, despite our feeble attempts to use the blue bulb syringe. By the time early morning finally came, I thought to myself, I'm ready for another show!